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taken with my good Camera.. Canon 7d and Macro lens.. no alterations,, don't know how the bright blue got there..
just so lovely !

I think this fits

La Figlia che Piange

T.S.Eliot

O quam te memorem virgo ...

    Stand on the highest pavement of the stair—

    Lean on a garden urn—

    Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair—

    Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise—

    Fling them to the ground and turn

    With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:

    But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.



    So I would have had him leave,

    So I would have had her stand and grieve,

    So he would have left

    As the soul leaves the body torn and bruised,

    As the mind deserts the body it has used.

    I should find

    Some way incomparably light and deft,

    Some way we both should understand,

    Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.



    She turned away, but with the autumn weather

    Compelled my imagination many days,

    Many days and many hours:

    Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.

    And I wonder how they should have been together!

    I should have lost a gesture and a pose.

    Sometimes these cogitations still amaze

    The troubled midnight and the noon’s repose.

Prufrock and Other Observations (1917)

Description
taken with my good Camera.. Canon 7d and Macro lens.. no alterations,, don't know how the bright blue got there..
just so lovely !

I think this fits

La Figlia che Piange

T.S.Eliot

O quam te memorem virgo ...

    Stand on the highest pavement of the stair—

    Lean on a garden urn—

    Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair—

    Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise—

    Fling them to the ground and turn

    With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:

    But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.



    So I would have had him leave,

    So I would have had her stand and grieve,

    So he would have left

    As the soul leaves the body torn and bruised,

    As the mind deserts the body it has used.

    I should find

    Some way incomparably light and deft,

    Some way we both should understand,

    Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.



    She turned away, but with the autumn weather

    Compelled my imagination many days,

    Many days and many hours:

    Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.

    And I wonder how they should have been together!

    I should have lost a gesture and a pose.

    Sometimes these cogitations still amaze

    The troubled midnight and the noon’s repose.

Prufrock and Other Observations (1917)